Following on from one of the most shocking / exciting cliffhangers on TV I couldn't stop thinking 'what next?'

Can Donna and Harvey really have it all? Can they find a way to love and work together? Will Harvey finally pull his head out of his backside and realise what he has standing in front of him? ... who knows! But I'm guessing the writers will do a hell of a job in the back end of season 7 to keep us on the edge of our seats. In the mean time here is my take on it. I honestly don't know where the story will take me but it will give me something to fill the time until I can get my next suits fix! 😜

His mind was blank. It was only filled with white noise. It was like his entire being was focused on just two small parts of his body. His lips that tingled from the feeling of hers on his and his jaw that burnt red hot from where her fingers had gently traced down the side of his face. For the few seconds after she had pulled away from him and then turned to leave this was all he was. The calm and collected Harvey Specter had dissipated as soon as she had touched him. He couldn't even focus on the words she had spoken to him. He had no clue what she had said. All he knew was that she had kissed him and then she had gone.

There was nothing else.

His legs started to move as if on auto pilot. They propelled him out of her office and towards the lobby. His body, it would seem, was quicker to recover than his mind. He was not in control. But something inside was making him leave, making him follow her. He got to the elevators as the chrome doors started to shut. He put his arm out to stop it but he was too late. The last image he saw before they slid closed was of wide eyes and fiery red hair. Her lips had been partly open as if she had been about to say something. Her lips….

Her lips on his….

Her arms around his neck…

Her body pressed against his…

His finger jabbed at the elevator button impatiently, hoping that the doors would open and that she would still be there. Seeing her even for the briefest of moments had been like an engineer's reboot on his consciousness. His mind that had been empty was now flooded with images of her. Over a decade of memories flittered in front of his eyes. All of them led back to that kiss.

When it didn't open, he punched the elevator door, swearing under his breath as he did. Keeping his fists against the cold metal he leant forward and rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. He needed to focus. He needed to focus on what came next. He needed to act now before the old Harvey returned and made him question and second guess himself. He took two deep breaths in trying to steady himself.

'Ah thank god your still here. I just listened to your voicemails and….'

Louis's voice was like sandpaper in Harvey's ears. It scratched at the inside of his cranium.

'Not now Louis.' His words came out as barely a mumble. If he kept his eyes closed he wondered if his friend would just disappear.

'Yes now!' Louis's voice had raised an octave ' Jessica is going to be disbarred and we need to come up with a plan. We need to call her and let her know. We need to go to Malik and put the fear of god into that self righteous son of a…'

'I said not now!' Harvey's words ricocheted off of the marble walls. He had shouted louder than he had intended too but he couldn't think about Jessica right now. As selfish as that was, the only thing he could see was the colour of autumn leaves. He could't think about the future, he was barely in control of the present. Right now he was still stumbling around in the not to distant past.

The silence stretched. If Louis was still there then he was as silent as Harvey had ever known him to be. He opened his eyes and turned his head slightly in the direction of where Louis's voice had last come from. Louis was standing there with a look of confusion on his face. It was like he was taking in the scene for the first time and trying to work out why the hell the managing partner of the firm was currently head bent and eyes closed, leaning on the elevator for support. Harvey felt as though he could see the cogs turning in Louis's head as suddenly recognition dawned on his face.

'What don't I know?'

'She's gone.'

'Jessica?'

Harvey shook his head marginally.

'Who are we talking about?'

It took Louis a heartbeat to realise what was going on. The words had only just left his mouth when he realised the answer to his own question.

'What did you do?'

Harvey laughed. It was a hollow sound. Of course the assumption would be that he had done something. If there was ever blame when it came to the two of them, Louis, Rachel and Mike were always quick to place it squarely at his feet.

'Who said that I did anything?'

'Well lets see. I spoke to Donna about 10 minutes ago and she was fine. I go to my office and then come out to find her presumably gone and you standing looking like the world is about to implode. So something happened and…'

'You spoke to her?'

'Yes'

'What did you say to her?'

Louis shrugged and turned away from Harvey's piercing gaze. There was the faintest rush of colour to his cheeks. ' it was personal.'

'Well your personal crap has gone and messed everything up! Thanks to whatever you said to her, she has just left and instead of me dealing with the fact that Jessica HAS been disbarred and wants us to take her name off the wall, I now need to take care of Donna!'

He choked as he said her name. It felt strange and different on his tongue and on his lips. It was the most commonly used word in his vocabulary but tonight it felt alien. He didn't know what that meant and he didn't have time to contemplate it.

'We are taking Jessica's name off the wall?'

Harvey turned from Louis and walked towards the large letters that spelt out the names of his fellow partners. He ran his fingers across the first 7 letters, spelling out Pearson in his head as he did. He felt Louis's presence next to him and then saw his hand next to his as it rested on the P of Pearson.

'It's what she wants us to do. It's what we need to do.' He turned then to look at Louis 'but as I said before I cant do this now. Tomorrow we can talk. Tomorrow we can plan and strategise. Tomorrow we can go about working out how the hell we are going to fill her shoes. Tonight I need to just get out of here. I can't face the future right now because as I currently see it I have just lost the two most important woman to me. One is never coming back to work here and the other…'

He trailed off, ending the sentence with merely a shrug of the shoulders. He didn't know if he had lost Donna. He wasn't sure of anything.

'I'm sorry Harvey. I'm sorry if I did say something that might have led to whatever went on between you two. If you need to talk then you know where I am. Go home, get some rest and tomorrow we will go about righting the ship. We have gone through worse. We always find away.'

Louis went to leave, patting Harvey's back as he did so.

'I don't know if I can right the ship without her. I don't know if I can be me without her here to guide me.'

Louis wasn't sure if Harvey was talking about Jessica or Donna. He guessed that it didn't really matter. Right at that very moment his friend looked like the shell of the man he normally was. He understood how the news of Jessica would have knocked him down, but it was whatever had happened in those few moments after he had left Donna's office, that had shaken him to his very core.

He had left Louis and gone back to his office. He had downed a glass of scotch; not even tasting the liquid as it burnt the back of his throat. He had stared at the screen of his laptop, contemplating all of the things that he needed to do right at that moment but then had shut down the screen and turned towards the window. He had been right when he said to Louis that he needed to get out of here. He couldn't concentrate on work.

Taking the elevator down to the ground floor (Not the elevator she had used. That had been a conscious decision on his part) he strode out into the cold night air. He did the button up on his dark grey overcoat as he started to walk along the empty sidewalk. The city that never slept felt surprisingly quiet as he walked away from the soon to be named offices of Specter, Litt. It was late. He looked at his watch realising that it was nearly 1am. He should have been heading home but he realised that his feet were carrying him in an entirely different direction. He knew that he should call Ray to pick him up but his hand did not go to take out his phone and dial the number. He smirked at the fact that for the second time tonight his body was fully in control. He was being taken where his subconscious wanted to lead him and no amount of rational thought seemed to be enough to stop it. He was taking long purposeful steps in the direction of the woman who had yet again turned his world up side down. What was it with her dropping bombshells and then walking out on him? Last time had been work related and this time had been something else entirely. Maybe the last time hadn't been because of work. That had come after his 'love you' slip up. Maybe that was tied to this. Maybe it always came down to the area of grey that acted as a barrier between them. It was a dark expanse, a emotional minefield, that both of them had mastered navigating over the years since they left the DA's office. There were things they didn't ask. There were things they didn't question. And there were things they definitely didn't do. Well they didn't do those things until tonight! He may not be having a panic attack but after tonight he would certainly need some therapy he mused to himself as he paused to cross a busy street.

Paula! The thought of her was like a punch to the stomach. How had he not thought of her? He had gotten to this point without her pretty face and kind eyes even crossing his mind. It had only been the thought of needing professional help that had set the alarm bells ringing. He had a girlfriend. He had someone waiting for him at home. The blast of a car horn bought him to his senses. He had stepped out into the road without even looking. The taxi swung to miss him and the driver, window down, shouted a diatribe of expletives that were lost to the wind. Harvey put his hand up as a way of apologising and stepped back onto the curb. The redhead had nearly been the death of him. He had always joked that she would be, but tonight her actions had been the direct cause of him nearly being hit by a god damn car! She had kissed him and now he couldn't walk or think straight. And worse of all she had made him forget that he wasn't single. He stood motionless for a moment taking in the implications of what that meant. She had kissed him knowing about Paula. When she had done it she must of known that there would be ramifications for more than just them. Forget for a second how it might effect work; forget that they had to go on being COO and managing partner irrespective of how this little dance played out. She had known that it would effect him personally. She knew what that would mean to him. Maybe she hadn't thought about it but she bloody well should have! There had been years of him being single; countless opportunities for her to have done what she did tonight without her risking anyone else's feelings or heart. Why had she chosen now? Why had she only acted when he had everything to lose?

Looking left and right ( he wan't going to have another near miss!) he crossed the road with new purpose. The questions and, though he was choosing not to admit it, longing that had bought him this close to her apartment had suddenly been replaced. He no longer wanted to know what that kiss had meant for them. He didn't care what she had said as she pulled away. He didn't even really care about the why. What he wanted to know was how.

How could she do this?

How could she put him in the position where he had to explain to the woman currently sleeping in his bed that he had kissed someone else?

How could she be so selfish?

How could she think that this would ever lead to him wanting anything more from her?

She had made him the worse kind of person. She had put him in the one situation that he had never ever wanted to be in. He had cheated on his partner. He knew he had kissed Donna back.

The rage bubbled out of him as he took the steps up to her building two at a time. He hit the intercom button hearing it buzzing as he did. He pushed his finger down so it was a continuous ring. If she was asleep he was going to wake her up. If she didn't want to talk then tough. He would stay here all night pressing this button. Until he had given her a piece of his mind he wasn't going anywhere. Donna Paulson may be the queen of leaving but Harvey Specter never walked away from a fight!